Page 16 of Captured Pawn
I was vaguely aware as he rolled off my feet. I collapsed like a noodle against the bed, trying to catch my breath as I heard him running water in the bathroom.
When he returned, he helped flip me over so I was lying on my back. I slammed my eyes closed to avoid having to make eye contact with him. Tied as I was, Nick had to work to get the blankets untangled so he could cover me.
I waited, hoping he would just leave me alone to try to make sense of all that had happened between us, but there was only silence. Why wasn’t he untying me or just leaving?
I finally had no choice but to open my eyes. He was standing next to the bed, staring down at me, an unreadable expression on his handsome face. Without a word, he leaned down and placed a platonic kiss on my forehead before spinning away.
It confused me enough that he was halfway to the door when it hit me.
“Wait! You can’t leave me tied up all night. How the hell am I supposed to sleep like this?”
His roguish smile made my insides flip-flop and I hated myself for that.
“I guess you should have thought of that before you tried to escape… twice.”
“But…”
He cut me off. “Don’t worry. Stevie will be sleeping in the hall outside your door. Nothing is going to hurt you, and I promise, if the house catches on fire, he’ll be sure to save you.”
As nice as his assurance was, that was no longer my biggest concern. I needed to get thisthingout of my body and more important, I needed to have the use of my fingers to try to replicate the fire Nick had ignited in my pussy.
I felt the heat on my face and was grateful he couldn’t read my mind, or could he? The shit-eating grin on his face made me worry.
“Goodnight, Sophie,” he said before flipping off the lights and closing the door behind him. I heard the lock of the door, ensuring I was properly captured again.
The burn on my ass was thankfully waning, but inside was just heating up. I tested the ropes at my wrists, but he’d done too good of a job with his knots. I wouldn’t be getting free until he wanted me to be.
There had to be a way to get the plug out of my ass. Rolling on my side, I curled up into as small of a ball as I could. The change in position only jostled the glass inside me more. Holding my breath, I tried to eject the foreign object, but it wouldn’t budge.
Frustrated tears fell down my cheeks onto the pillow. I tried remembering how much I hated Nick Knight, but my stupid brain kept serving up a picture of his shirtless perfection and his talented fingers instead. I wanted to scream that I was in pain, but truth be told, the smooth glass shoved in my ass didn’t actually hurt. Sure, it was uncomfortable, but the heat and fullness kept my mind on the man who had shoved it there, which only made the other heat he’d stoked in my body that much worse.
I have no idea how long it took me, but as I was about to finally doze off it hit me. Nick had done me one unexpected favor. He’d managed to take my mind off missing Matty, at least for a little bit.
CHAPTER8
Nick
I didn’t bother acknowledging Stevie sitting in the hall as I left Sophie’s room. I didn’t want to see the smug smile I knew was plastered all over his fucking face having had a front row seat to her making an ass out of me all day.
Instead, I beelined it to my room, slamming my door with all my might in a feeble attempt to take my frustration out on it. Not bothering to turn on the lights, I headed straight to the shower. While I certainly needed the proverbial cold shower after my day of playing cat and mouse with Matt’s little sister, I opted for turning on the water as hot as I could stand instead.
My erection sprang free as I pushed my jeans to the floor. As tempting as it was to stroke one off, I went straight into the water, hoping the massage showerheads would help relieve some of my pent-up stress. As my hands were busy washing my hair and soaping my body, my brain was still down the hall, standing over Sophie’s bed.
The red blush on her cheeks as she’d peeked up called out to me, even though we were now rooms apart. I knew lust when I saw it. She was ripe for the picking, which was all the more reason to stay the hell away from her.
She is Matt’s sister.
I closed my eyes, leaning my left arm against the tiled wall of the shower for support. As tired as I was, I knew there would be no sleep for me until I got rid of my sexual tension, which only pissed me off even more. I never took care of my own needs. I had a contact list full of willing women more than happy to drop what they were doing to come and be at my mercy until I’d tired of them. I didn’t do emotion, and I certainly didn’t do commitment, and as fucked up as I felt, even I knew that Matt’s sister deserved those things.
My soapy hand cradled my balls as I recalled her cute butt wiggling in the back seat of the car. Remembering the astonished disbelief in her eyes as she’d glanced back at me forced the first sudsy stroke down the length of my shaft. It was clear to see she’d never been spanked before, and for some goddamn reason, that really turned me on.
Vanilla. How long had it been since I’d been with someone who was so naive in the bedroom?
I was a dozen strokes in before my thoughts turned darker. Oh, the fun I could have introducing her to all the deviant tricks in my bag. As if I were a teenager, it only took a minute before my own white rope joined the soap suds on the tiled wall. My accompanying groan was less of satisfaction and more in recognition of the mess I’d gotten myself into in making a promise to my best friend.
Even when my head hit the pillow, my exhaustion failed to bring sleep. Like the nights before, I lay awake replaying all that had happened in the last week, looking for the clue I was missing that would tell me how the Bishops had known our plan. As much as it pained me, my brother was right. I had a mole in my organization. It was bad enough that that mole was responsible for Matt’s death. Now they represented a real danger not only to my entire operation, but to Sophie as well.
And that was not acceptable.
